Killah Priest — Ask the Answer

So, past, present, future You exist, the body changes Is it not clear? I am something I was here before nothing I am substance, I am the buzzing light years in abundance Crying tears like when you stare at a onion Speckles of grey hairs, 'til it's fully white Like one who glares at a hundred in age The old man, young in his ways 'til the end of his days Comes to his grave, flag, salute Troops fire down at the parade You either throw a grenade or hold lemonade The veterans needed medicine Instead the U.S. gave 'em heroin, that's embarrassin' There's nothin' in comparison Maybe the slave trade and Marilyn Confederates was devilish, now we all in a deficit The dark forces have tipped the scales Scale to their side, which—which looks like they're winnin' Winnin' at this point Can't go home, 'cause it's not there anymore Places, changes from war, a nation endangered and poor Strangers come with their loans, with their claws Banks is big business, oil tanks rob the soil of its riches We went from royals to sickness Our belief in God is suspicious We un-loyal, too conflicted Religion is a part of a tradition That will keep our hearts in submission Lead us into dark with no vision It's the condition to our transition to a land distant That no man witnessed and returned To tell us if we fly or we burn It's history that decides if we learn Look at the reflections that come to you. Begin to understand that the communication is now coming in to speak with you Power to the people May goodness tower over evil May wisdom be your sight for you to see through The fog of these worldly gods, [?] Of who, what, when, where and why We spent too much time tryna see who lives in the sky While on earth, we causin' our babies' own demise We only in the zone when we high "Christopher Columbus discovered America" is a lie And our religions are a lie So what truth do we go by? Let's take it back to indigenous tribes The beings that are in charge Or—or the forces that created the Earth, the uh— You can call it "the great creator", you can call it energy I am life and space I am the seeker from far away I am ancient and modern-day I am Harry Potter with age I am fire, a blaze and a tidal wave I live on a earth that thunders While the skies above me slowly turns around one way Causin' the clouds to have gravity I saw bird eggs fall towards our galaxy And pyramids drop towards the clouds like Chinese darts I write rhymes on a roti with Guyanese art It shows expressions like emojis when I write these parts I hold the mic like a trophy, put the beat on a cart To allow for great spirit to speak, we as a two-legged form simply allow that speak to be heard within this journey of our human step. Feel that sound, see the beauty, the colors, the textures, the sounds, the smells. The spirit is in grand communications